Pajo CD review

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Pajo CD review [Drag City]
Jun 4, 2007, 06:00


PAJO 1968 CD

The more I listen to David Pajo's 1968, the more Samuel Beckett's final proclamation in The Unnamable comes to mind: “I can't go on, I'll go on.” Such sentiments are strongly echoed in the last song of the record, “I've Just Restored My Will to Live.” 1968 is full of such woeful meditations. Pajo's wonderfully dark folk album bridges down-tempo tales of suicide, cancer, isolation, disability, suffering, and death with harmonies rich with hope. The detail paid to both the narratives and the rhythms are thoughtfully executed, and the record's dominant impression falls somewhere between the lushness of “Eight Mile High”-era Byrds, the eloquent, soft-spokeness of Elliot Smith, and the sparse, dark intricacy of Slint. Pajo crafts a delightfully nuanced bummer of a record. The devil is indeed in the details. [Drag City]

-Paul Matthew

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